Chapter 27 Page #2

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- You mind if I wait and see?

- Be my guest. But, uh, step back a bit.

I gave a great deal of myself to what John Lennon

had said, and sung about, and told us all to do.

His music and his lyrics provided

me with everything I needed.

What I really love

about a song, or a book

...if it's really good. I mean if

the writer is really talking to you.

Then you feel like they're this

really great friend of yours

and you can just call them up

on the phone whenever you want.

Everyone needs something.

To find something.

Everyone is cracked and broken.

You have to find something to fix you.

To give you what you need.

To take you away

and make you whole.

I'm getting it for the articles.

Anything else?

Yes.

This.

I'm gonna be meeting him soon.

I went and read that

article on John Lennon.

It said all he ate was sushi and sashimi

and "Hershey's" bars with almonds.

And that he smoked French cigarettes.

And when they asked if the Beatles

would ever get back together, he said

just because a whole pile of dummies missed it the

first time, he shouldn't have to be crucified again.

He shouldn't have to

walk on water again.

He said he shouldn't have to define

the fish for the multitudes again.

He really said all that. And here

he was living this sumptuous life.

Imagine no possessions.

The bastard had millions.

Yachts, farms, countryside estates

and who the hell knows what else?

He turned his back on everyone.

That was a tremendous

confirmation for me.

I started to think maybe I

should get a woman for the night.

In case I wouldn't be able

to again for a long time.

Do you have anybody exotic?

A woman from another country.

I don't want her to talk much.

I want her to be quiet. I'll

tip her well if she doesn't talk.

You don't have to be nervous.

I'm not a weirdo. I just wanted to

be in the company of a woman tonight.

I think tomorrow will be

a very rough day for me.

You want, you want a massage?

Take off your dress and get into bed.

Can we put on the radio?

I like your dress.

I like the colour.

Some things are hard to remember.

I'm thinking now, when the woman left

I just wanted to kill myself.

I thought about just throwing

myself out the goddamn window.

I'd like to make a

collect call to Hawaii.

OK, sir, one moment please. Who shall I say is calling?

- Holden Caulfield.

One moment, Mr Caulfield.

- Hey, is that you?

- Hi. - Hey.

I know I said I wasn't gonna

call but uh, well, you know me

I'm always changing my plans.

It's OK, I'm glad you

called. Really glad.

- You sound like you're doing OK.

- I am, I'm OK. I finished your book.

Very good.

- Did you like it?

- It was good. It was really good.

It was very sweet. It reminds me

of you. The way your mind works.

I like it, too.

How was your party? The one that

you were going to on Saturday night?

It was fun.

I'm sorry I didn't wish you a happy party. I just

wasn't thinking about things like that before I left.

It's OK, I know. I know

you. You're my husband.

It's getting so late here. I

just... I can't seem to get to sleep!

Well I just got into bed

and I'm reading my bible.

Maybe you should try working

on your problems one at a time.

Maybe the first one should be

getting back with Christ again.

And after that you can just ask

him for his help with the others.

Hello?

Yes, I agree. My little bible

is on the nightstand right now.

Good. That's good.

Remember what I told you...

the night before I left?

Sort of, I do. I was asleep.

I told you that I loved

you. I love you very much.

- More than anyone else.

- I love you, too.

You're my gemstone.

Goodbye, Gloria.

OK. OK.

Goodbye.

I'm going to kill John Lennon.

This isn't like last time.

Something's going to happen.

This is happening.

That morning, everything had changed.

It just felt different.

And I knew...

I knew in my bones I would

never see my hotel room again.

I laid out the few possessions

I had managed to keep.

Just all the things

that meant something.

A letter of commendation for my

work with Vietnamese children.

My passport, and a couple of photographs

from my trip around the world.

What was left of my life.

It was all so that when they came, the

Police or whoever it was going to be...

when everyone would

want to know who I was.

Who I had become.

And maybe if I found myself

unable to speak or something...

this would tell them who I was before.

I am...

Holden.

I'm going now. Becoming something new.

Hey, listen. You know

those ducks? The taxi.

She had a teeny voice. And the

prostitute with the green dress...

This isn't like last time.

The old man carried my bag.

No, this is different. I can

feel it. Something will catch me.

This is not a coincidence.

I'll be in a big field of rye.

Good morning. Do you know if

John Lennon's gonna come out today?

I've got his new album here. I

was hoping to get his autograph.

I can't help you.

Look, I understand. I know how it is.

I've been waiting for 2 days already.

I really wanted to meet him, y'know?

I'm not the regular door-man here, so

I don't know much about John Lennon.

I knew it... I knew it! I knew

it was something like that!

You see, this is my second time here.

Last time I thought I'd met all the

door-men. Thought I'd met them all.

Well, sure, I thought

I'd seen them all, but...

I've been waiting a long time.

Look.

He may have left

earlier, before I came on.

Somebody told me he left.

- John Lennon?

- Uh-huh.

- John Lennon? You're serious,

you're not joking? - No.

Do you know where he went? Do

you know when he's gonna be back?

- Do you? Do you?

- No, I don't.

No.

Thank you.

He's here.

It says it was a Monday.

A Monday and all...

pretty near Christmas. This

is it! It's real this time.

This is not a coincidence. I'm going

to be with you, Holden. In the rye.

I'll just disappear into the ink

of the book. No, that won't happen.

That's a non-reality.

But something will...

I'll go into the field...

Something is going to happen...

Like in the womb. Maybe I'll be deaf.

A deaf mute, and I'll never speak again.

I tried to be a good person...

I can see it. It's all over, Holden.

I'm taking a stand now. And

the whole world will know.

A man with stillness and

blackness all around him.

A man who would no longer do

anything for anybody any more.

A man refusing to have

anything to do with the world.

And the world would never intrude.

- Hey, buddy!

- What?

- You see him?!

- What?

- Mr Lennon! He just came inside!

He just came in.

You didn't see him?

I guess it wasn't meant to be.

- I'll just have to keep waiting.

- Yeah, you wait him out.

It's OK.

Don't worry. (It's still OK).

It wasn't meant to happen.

When the time is right, it'll

happen. It won't be long.

Some very serious thoughts

came into my mind, of leaving...

abandoning the idea of going

back to the hotel, checking out...

getting a cab to the airport,

and flying the hell out of there.

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